The Weekly Taint w/ Joel Frieders and Slug from Atmosphere Volume something or another

Every week we bring you The Weekly Taint. where our very own Joel Frieders and Atmosphere frontman Sean "Slug" Daly exchange questions/answer/insults/respondes with one another. Slug being the man of the cloth that he is was only convinced to partake in this weekly exchange of ideas and fluids after Joel lied and told him it was for charity.

SYFFAL: Let's say you and I are college students. We are in a class where we have to have a business plan for our great idea to sell, let's call them "widgets" for this example's sake. I'll be Robert Downey, Jr. and you be Lou the driver. Do you agree that the Triple Lindy is the best fucking high dive in cinematic history? And would you consider wearing a one piece singlet bathing suit a la Rodney Dangerfield to this year's SYFFAL picnic?

Slug: If they keep changing the artwork and/or name of the brand of cigarettes I worship, I'm going to quit smoking. It's been a long time; I shouldn't have left you, without a strong desire to examine the ancient bullshit that you base your moral compass on. Personal experiences are the new new. I will wear house shoes to that big picnic in the old Skyway Theatre on Hennepin. I saw Raw at that place when I was 15. Due to the rated R age restrictions, my friends and I asked the older people in front of us to front like we were with them so we could get in. Thank you Based God.

SYFFAL: The year 2011 is the year of the Rabbit. Seeing as society is falling further and further into a crevasse of destruction, with the right wing and the left wing out-crazying each other left and right, what is the ideal amount of fiber one should strive for in their diet to avoid gastrointestinal Armageddon?

Slug: I eat too much cheese. The last time I had a nocturnal emission was late 2005 or possibly early 2006. I was in Germany, sleeping on a bus. I had a dream that I was having sex with some food. Not gonna tell you what kind of food, because I'm not the type to put anybody's business in the streets like that. Somebody told me that there was a pornographic film on the internet where (that politician lady who hunts) has sexual relations with a handful of people. That is a sign to me. We have gone too far into the abyss of your publicists. I think it's sickening how you people are using technology to push your image and agendas down throats.

SYFFAL: I heard a rumor that I made up that you recently took a trip to Ixtapa, Mexico where you participated in the archeological restoration of one of the first ever cataloged restoration catalogs of archeology. What was it like working on something so redundantly spiritual?

Slug: Google: "York Peppermint Patty" suppository

SYFFAL: Have you ever wondered if any of your good friends were someone influential in their previous lives? I have this friend Ben who always makes the "sssssssss" sound after he says stuff, and I know that his dad does the same thing so that's where he got it, but I swear on this jar of pickled hog balls I think he was Enrico Fermi in a previous life. Call me crazy, I just have a hunch. Maybe it's the way he always sketches particle accelerators on everything and the white lab coat, but I feel it's the truth.

Slug: If you're gonna go out in this snow, do you think you could pick up a pack of the Apple Brown Betty blunt tubes?

SYFFAL: We at SYFFAL recently read on the internet that you had a photography book released about touring with Rhymesayers. We were wondering if you might send us a link to download this book since paper is the new VHS tape and we're sooo fucking future like and stuff. If that's not going to happen, would you mind plugging your book here so I can get the rest of this toilet unclogged?

Slug: Buy the book. It's faptastic!

SYFFAL: While we're on the topic of books, I've recently started reading Stephen King's new collection of short stories, Full Dark, No Stars. I'm still on the first short story and I'm already filled with that creepy sense of dread that I normally get from reading his shit where everything seems hunkey dorey, but it usually ends with somebody dying gruesomely and a new descriptive term for something to add to my mental coffers. What is the last book you read, and did you give the book to a friend when you are done or did you use it for kindling to suffer through the long Minnesota winter?

Slug: I am currently reading Bad Blood by John Sandford, while I type this. I recently made a song with Prof, Mr. Gene Poole, and Felipe from Los Nativos. It's called Minnesota Nice. It's a groovy jam for the kids. You have kids. I've seen footage. They seem groovy. Do you see where I'm going with this?

SYFFAL: Just before the holidays I participated in a 7 day cleanse/detox program that took me to the brink of my sanity with two full days of fasting, ingesting only supplements. On the beginning of day two, I saw a man eat a Big Mac while walking and almost immediately vomited. What is it about eat-walking that is so disgustingly fucking disgusting and vile? Are you a walk-eater?

Slug: No, but I lean to the side when I eat. Sinking into that leopard interior. Sometimes I speed-walk around Lake Nokomis, bumping that OFWGKTA in the Discman. I got married a few weeks ago. Feels good man. There's a chain of hotels that is known to give you warm cookies when you check in at the front desk. Public Transportation should do that. I'm seriously not a bad dude, why can't I find cashew butter anywhere? No thanks; the last thing I need in my life is a mental image of the girl from That 70's Show getting busy with the girl from The Professional. Play some Skynyrd. I downloaded a ringtone that was supposed to be "the brown tone." shit didn't work.